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09-20-2012, 12:27 PM | #41 |
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Cobra Commander found Major Bludd chatting with several of his trainers among a mass of troops celebrating their graduation from training.
“Well done Major. You’ve brought up the standard of these recruits. But I’m a little puzzled. I get that many of our recruits don’t drink, but the ones that do seem too hard to be sipping little pink drinks.” Major Bludd looked around. “That’s an Amarula Sunset. Perfect in this climate.” He handed one to the Commander, who waved it away. “Ah yes,” noted Major Bludd. “It’s so difficult to drink through a mask.” “I always pictured you as more of a lager man,” said Cobra Commander. “Well Mate, sometimes you have to adapt to the environment.” “Major, I have a special task for you. How quickly can you pull together one of your teams of white operators?” “Depends on the job,” said Major Bludd with a frown. “The job is straight forward. There’s a local security organization that hasn’t cooperated with me. I want their station overrun. Target strength is about twenty pers with small arms and lax security.” Major Bludd cracked his neck. “Well, for time and a half, I can have recce started in a few days and the station overrun in no more than 21 days.” “For time and a half I expect it done in 14 days.” Major Bludd shrugged. “Send me the target package.” With that, Bludd and his trainers stepped around the Commander and circulated among the new graduates. A worried-looking Televiper pushed through the crowd, searching for the Commander. Last edited by LowTech; 09-20-2012 at 12:33 PM.. |
09-21-2012, 10:05 AM | #42 |
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Cobra Commander paced back and forth. He paused briefly on several occasions, pointed a finger, started to say something, then stopped and resumed pacing. Finally he stopped, standing inches from the terrified officer, behind whom stood the assembled ranks of a battered battalion group. His voice, which had threatened to be a yell, was instead a cold, quiet hiss.
“You launched an unauthorised assault on a poorly defined objective. Your reconnaissance forces were compromised, costing you the element of surprise, and yet you persisted in attacking. Did any one of your officers object to your plan?” The officer’s eyes darted back and forth, and then he nodded slightly. “Yes Sir. My second in command objected Sir. But he carried on with the attack.” Cobra Commander glanced to the end of the ranks, seeing the officer with a heavily bandaged face. “And where was your second in command when he received those wounds?” “He, er, he commanded the rear guard as we withdrew.” “And where were you?” “I . . . I was in my command post, Sir.” “And your company commanders and your senior viper?” “They thought it was a good practical exercise, Sir. My senior viper was killed.” Cobra Commander looked skyward and drew a breath. Then he fixed the officer with his gaze. “You lack judgement. You lack tactical awareness. You have brought unacceptable attention to our forces and suffered unacceptable losses in soldiers, equipment, and supplies. Your battalion is therefore consigned to Desert Scorpion status. You are relieved of command and your second in command is promoted to commanding officer. You are also found guilty of disobeying orders and of cowardice.” With one motion Cobra Commander drew a pistol and shot the officer between the eyes. He then pointed at the bandaged officer. “You – Scar Face. Report to headquarters in one hour for orders. Have your battalion prepare for desert operations. Your company commanders are reassigned to Dr Venom’s laboratories as test subjects.” He holstered his pistol, turned on his heel, and walked away. |
09-23-2012, 09:27 AM | #43 |
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As he passed through the headquarters he signalled to the Baroness to join him.
“The Jungle Vipers and EELs candidates and cadre performed disappointingly in that fight. The best have clearly moved on to the Snow Serpent and Para Viper Commandos. I need some expertise to drive up the standards.” Baroness pulled out her tablet and scrolled through a couple of files. “I anticipated this, Commander. McCullen has an officer on retainer who might be suitable: Major John Sheppard, formerly of the Royal Marines. He was Mountain & Arctic Warfare Cadre and an SBS commander. He quit the Marines in disgust after multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, and was last reported working in Burma.” “Good. Hire him.” A man in a flight suit caught the Commander’s eye. He took in the scarred face, the damaged lips and the missing teeth. “I have an objection to sssending the pilotsss to the desssssert,” he said. “You hired me to train pilotsssss for low level operationsss in closssse terrain.” The Commander made a show of wiping spit off his jacket. “I also paid for your replacement teeth. Put them in when you talk to me, Wild Weasel.” The pilot inserted his teeth. “The doctrine I’ve been training is based on lessons of the Biafra Babies and the LTTE Air Tigers. I can better develop your pilots here in the rain forests than in the exposed deserts of North Africa.” The Commander stepped to within a foot of the pilot. “Then there had better be significant improvements right away, or I’ll restart the program with completely new personnel.” He turned on his heel and walked into his office. The Baroness and Wild Weasel exchanged looks. “Do not push your luck,” she mouthed. Scar Face entered the operations room. A televiper pointed him towards a map board and handed him a briefing packet. He started reading and jotting down notes. Fifteen minutes later, Cobra Commander and the Baroness entered the room. “Your force is leaving for the Nuba Mountains before dawn. You’ll be attached to Colonel Sharif for operations in the Sahel and Maghreb. He tends to drift off message, so your job will be to remind him that he operates at my whim and pleasure. You’ll draw support from 419 Televiper Battalion, responsible for northwest Africa.” “Sharif lacks the vision and the discipline to realise his visions,” said the Baroness. “He has surrounded himself with a personal bodyguard, called the Guardians of Paradise, but he tends to grow complacent in their presence.” “You have a list of targets. You, or Sharif’s forces, will successfully prosecute all them in the next year, at a minimum rate of one per five days.” Scar Face flipped to a page he had noted. “Sir, I note I am not required to ever hold any ground.” “Correct. Your job is to sow chaos. Do not fail.” |
09-24-2012, 10:20 AM | #44 |
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07 May 20XX
Stalker knocked on the door, and waited until he heard Hawk call him in. Hawk was sitting in a chair, flipping through files on a tablet computer. “You were in the teleconference a long time.” “Mmm.” Hawk kept scrolling through files and tabs. Finally he shook his head and looked up, to see Stalker leaning back in a chair, carefully watching him. “Sorry. Yes, it was a long discussion.” Hawk ran a hand through his hair. “It’s been over a month since we last had contact with Cobra, and people are getting impatient. I need to blow off a little steam tonight. Gym or the range?” Stalker started to laugh, and doubled over in pain, holding his hand against the bandages under his shirt. “Frankly, you could use both,” he said, when he caught his breath. “I’ll only join you for the range. But we’re secure here, so tell me what’s going on.” “We’re getting a handful of reinforcements. They’re due in in a few days, along with some new vehicles and some small UAVs. We have an intel contact in the US to handle cross referencing with the FBI, DIA, NSA and DHS. Goes by David Lane. Plus, we’re going to have a diplomatic contact in Kinshasa, Brian Hassel, and a CIA contact, Anderson. But we’re still not to talk with the ambassador.” “What else?" asked Stalker. “We have to cover three areas now. Here, the Congolian Swamp Forest, and South Sudan.” Stalker whistled to himself. “That’s going to be a nightmare to control.” Hawk nodded. “Have Scarlett put together packages on each area. We won’t move until we have something specific to go after. At least we’re getting some computerised translators loaded with a few of the local languages." |
09-25-2012, 10:48 AM | #45 |
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“We’ve got a SIGINT* report from the HQ in Kinshasa of white troops overrunning a local security compound, corroborated by an NGO report to MONUSCO. It sounds like a Cobra attack. It might be worth sending a patrol. We might be able to re-establish contact."
Scarlett plotted the incident on the map, and then zoomed out and north into Nuba Mountains. “We also have this imagery we just received from Hawk’s Jugglers, allegedly of Colonel Sharif’s headquarters.” It showed a cluster of fortified facilities in the mountains, and across the border a small airfield with what appeared to be MiG 21s, allegedly being used by Colonel Sharif. "Apparently, a couple of weeks ago there were several flights between that airfield and eastern Congo. It could have been a transfer of personnel and equipment.” “Do you think there’s enough to go on?” asked Lady Jay. “It’s pretty weak. That spook, Anderson, is moving into the mountains to try to corroborate the info.” She turned to Mainframe. “Have you figured out yet if we’re feeding into DCGS-A** or Palantir?” Mainframe spread his hands helplessly. “Neither. We may ultimately feed into one of them, but I’m still stumped by the interface between us. It would be obvious if I started hacking it, so Slipstream has been looking into it. No CHARCS*** either.” Scarlett sighed. “If I knew then I could dip into AFRICOM and State Department intelligence databases. I got access to RiftValley, but we’re too far west for that modelling to help.” She turned to the VTC monitor. Duke, Chuckles and Alpine sat at the other end in Kinshasa. “The nearest facility to that fort is a zinc mine, along with a small factory. It looks like they’re manufacturing and assembling a lot of their equipment on site, which I suppose makes sense based on local infrastructure, but must eat into profits. It’s a Silversmile Manufacturing operation. I can look into their books,” said Alpine. “We might as well run it by our new contact, that Lane guy, too. What’s the naming convention for his RFIs again?” “Preface every request with ‘SURE FIRE,’” said Scarlett. “Ok. I’ll recommend to Hawk that we focus on patrolling around the reported contact. That will give time for further developing the Sudan issue.” _________ * SIGINT - Signals Intelligence ** DCGS-A - Distributed Common Grounds System - Army - an intelligence database Palantir - a rival intelligence database *** CHARCS - Counterintelligence Human intelligence Automated Reporting and Collection System Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 05:39 PM.. |
09-25-2012, 12:03 PM | #46 |
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09-26-2012, 07:50 AM | #47 |
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Steeler, Heavy Metal and Cross Country examined the vehicles that three coverall-clad men were walking around. The men stopped and faced them.
“I’m Dodger, your new mechanic. This is Gears, another mechanic and designer, and Hot Seat, who’s been test driving these vehicles. We’ve been working on these at one of the proving grounds. They were originally test bed vehicles about thirty years ago, but technological advancements have made the ideas finally viable.” He patted the largest vehicle. “This is a Mauler. It has a two-man crew, is air portable and droppable, and the rapid-fire gun will take out older tanks, light vehicles and has an anti-air capability. The driver and gunner/commander sit side by side with identical controls, and the optics in the turret are fan-frickin’-tastic. This next one,” he pointed to a smaller tracked vehicle with four cannons, “is a one-man killing machine.” “Are we really supposed to drive, command and gun these at the same time? Steeler asked the man standing with his hand on a fender. Dodger held up a finger. “I’m glad you asked. These Armadillos have some pretty sophisticated computers in them to manage the gunnery. They link in with Maulers to do air defence and direct fire. It’s still an experimental system, designed to compete with things like Skyranger, though as you can see, with four barrels it can spit out a ton of lead.” “Maybe,” muttered Cross Country, “but there’s so little ammo stowage that one engagement will run us dry.” “Ah, but look at this!” The man hit snaps on the side of the turret and slide the ammo bins out on rails. “You just unsnap the lid and insert. No feed chutes, no ratchets, no agony. And with multiple guns you can have different loads for different tasks. Frangible, HEI, sabot,* sub-cal anti-air. And it links autonomously to radars and other weapons platforms.” Cross Country spat a stream of tobacco juice and pointed to the vehicle’s guts. “You still need a ratchet for the daily maintenance like fuel filter checks, and a torque wrench for the suspension.” “True, but that’s driver’s maintenance and not gunnery . . .” “And where are those radars and other platforms?” asked Steeler as he knelt and examined the mix of torsion bars and hydro-pneumatic suspension. “Ah, well, this is still experimental, and those platforms are still in development stages.” Steeler swore. “But,” continued the man, “on a different note, I see you’re examining the suspension. Like the Mauler, it can rise, lower and tilt forward and back or side to side in order to increase elevation and depression, or to level out on uneven ground.” “So you want us to take your untested system into combat? How long is it going to take to learn to fight these things?” “I understand you’ve been repairing and driving enemy vehicles recovered from your last fight. Surely you can figure these new ones out in a couple of weeks.” “And what the hell is that?” Steeler pointed to a contraption off to one side, ignoring Dodger’s comment.. “Ah, well, that’s also an experimental device, though really it’s been in the works for over fifty years. It’s a rocket belt.” “A what?” “A rocket belt. Or a jet pack. For clearing obstacles . . .” His voice trailed off. “Well, you SF types demonstrated on to Kennedy back in ’61. Surely your doctrine has evolved since then. Maybe I should brief your airborne guys on this one.”** The three armour soldiers shook their heads. “This has trouble written all over it,” muttered Steeler. ___________ * Frangible - a round that shatters on impact, causing additional spalling and fragmentation effect HEI - High Explosive Incendiary sabot - a kinetic-energy anti-armour round ** It’s True! Check out this video: The jet pack makes an appearance around 12:30. Tell me this didn’t influence Issue 1! Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 05:42 PM.. |
09-27-2012, 09:23 AM | #48 |
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Sneak Peak and Muskrat watched the screen showing feeds from two cameras mounted in trees, zoomed in on the village. The buildings were a mix of thatch, shipping container and cinderblock, with a pair of large cinderblock buildings at the south edge of the town, the Ares factory. Outside one of the buildings was a pair of thirty foot masts topped by VHF antennae, and a tacsat x-wing antenna was mounted on the roof. In the centre of town, a pile of burned out rubble was all that remained of the police station, and a guard post on the western entrance was similarly destroyed. To the north east the ground opened up into a stretch of grassland with a few small cultivated plots. The village seemed completely devoid of civilians, but over the past two days they had seen two armed men on a small ATV drive a patrol circuit at various random times. They seemed to be operating out of the large cinderblock buildings.
“I still don’t think they’re Cobra,” muttered Muskrat. “Regardless, what are they doing? What did they gain by killing cops, and what do they gain by staying here?” whispered Sneak Peak. Movement on screen drew their attention back to the village. A docking bay door was opening, and four armed men dragged a small group of women and children out of the large building. Sneak Peak grabbed a stick and poked the sleeping form lying a few feet away in the dug out shelter. Outback stirred, sat up, and looked at the screen, in time to see the first women shot in the gut. The sound of the rifle shot rang through the trees, followed by an agonised wail. The rest of the patrol tensed. “Oh no,” gasped Sneak Peak. A burst of sustained fire followed moments later, and the group of civilians crumpled to the ground. “We have to –“ started Sneak Peak, who was cut off by Outback. “Call in the sitrep. Send that imagery back right now. Lowlight, move to the left flank, get a vantage point and stay there. Tunnel Rat and Footloose, move to the right. Muskrat and Sneak Peak with me.” He took a quick look at the screen, which showed a second group of civilians being dragged outside. He grabbed the handset from Sneak Peak. “This is Outback. Murder of civilians is ongoing. I cannot sit back and watch. Am preparing an assault now. Send QRF* immediately. Approach from the north east. Outback out.” He turned and saw the patrol spreading out, and they started moving quickly through the three hundred metres of trees to the town’s edge. _________ * QRF - Quick Reaction Force Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 09:02 PM.. |
09-28-2012, 09:26 AM | #49 |
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Lowlight ran a tripwire across a gap between a thatched hut and a shipping container. He slung his rifle over his back and pulled himself onto the shipping container, connected the tripwire to a claymore mine angled down to cover the gap on his flank, unsnapped the bipod on his rifle, flipped open the scope covers, and sighted on the activity around the factory.
The rest of the patrol shuffled between buildings, rifles ready and scanning their arcs. Outback waved them to spread out and pointed out areas of observation and fire. They broke the last cluster of cover before the factory and started engaging the armed men. Almost immediately, heavy return fire came from windows and loopholes in the factory wall, as well as from several of the houses. Outback twisted back behind a wall as bullets impacted around him. To his right, several long bursts of fire came from a factory out building, followed by a large explosion as Footloose fired an M72 into it. Tunnel Rat put half a belt into that same building, silencing the enemy machine guns. Outback rolled out from behind cover, sighted on a window, and fired a 40mm grenade through it, swearing as he did so. To his left he could hear Muskrat and Sneak Peak engaging targets, and saw another explosion in the factory as Footloose fired a grenade through a different window. Lowlight focussed on muzzle flashes from the building, and adjusted his aim to account for estimated weapon length and cover. He had already fired off two magazines, but enemy fire showed no signs of slackening. He held a radio handset to his ear. “Send ETA* for QRF.**” He squeezed off another round. “Four zero minutes,” came the reply. He swore, and shifted his point of aim to the next window. Tunnel Rat slapped his last belt of ammo into his machine gun, picked out muzzle flashes from a loophole, and fired a fifteen round burst and chewing through the cinderblocks. The fire didn’t let up. “What the hell?!” Footloose fired a 40mm grenade into the hole, and the firing stopped. Outback slid his last 40mm grenade into the launcher and swallowed a mouthful of water. “Muskrat, Sneak Peak, prepare to breach the building,” he yelled. “Footloose, Tunnel Rat, sustained cover fire in three, two, one, FIRE!” He broke cover, fired the grenade through a window, and put ten quick three-round bursts through other windows. He saw movement to his left as Muskrat sprinted across the open ground towards a door, shot out the lock and kicked it open. A series of explosions rocked the building. The blast knocked Outback to the ground, and a cloud of dust blinded him. _______ * ETA - Estimated Time of Arrival ** QRF - Quick Reaction Force Last edited by LowTech; 10-07-2012 at 05:44 PM.. |
10-01-2012, 09:15 AM | #50 |
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Lowlight saw the building collapse upon itself before the dust cloud obscured his view. Swearing, he toggled the radio.
“Factory has been destroyed. Looks like an inside demolition job. One man down. Maybe more. Moving to confirm. Wait out.” He rolled off the roof, slung his rifle, extended his Uzi’s stock, pulled his goggles over his eyes and moved towards Outback’s position. He had to keep wiping the concrete dust from his goggles as he moved until he found Outback lying on his back, a trickle of blood running from his ears. He put two fingers on Outbacks’ neck and felt a pulse. Stepping over him, he moved on, finding Tunnel Rat and Footloose struggling to their knees, coughing up black phlegm and bleeding from their noses. He splashed water on their faces and pointed them into a rough defensive posture. He ran back, grabbed Outback and dragged him to their position. He grabbed Tunnel Rat’s head between both hands and stared him in the eyes. “Cover me,” he shouted. “I’m going to look for Muskrat and Sneak Peak.” Tunnel Rat blinked and winced. “Ok,” he croaked, and fumbled for his machine gun. Lowlight laid down his rifle, readied the Uzi, and moved quickly to where he had last seen Recoil, but the pile of rubble was too much to dig through. He spun and looked to Muskrat’s last piece of cover, and saw a pair of legs sticking out from behind a wall. Scanning for threats, he moved to that position, knelt, and swore. Sneak Peak had taken a burst of fire in the chest and head. One lifeless eye stared at the sky. Lowlight brushed at the flies already landing, and blinked away tears. Gathering his kit, he slung the body over his shoulder, and carried it to defensive position. Beach Head arranged troops in an all around defence while Wild Bill, Flint and Roadblock provided aerial cover from the Hind. Lifeline was assessing Outback, Footloose and Tunnel Rat, while Sneak Peak’s body, already bagged, was carried to the Hip. Lowlight, Gung Ho and Wetsuit headed into the trees to recover the optics, sensors, and defensive mines and to obliterate the OP. Barbeque, Ripcord and Zap removed rubble from where they expected to find Muskrat, finally finding the crushed body. They knelt by the body for a moment, and then bagged it and put it on a stretcher to carry to the helicopter. Zap pulled out a camera and started taking photos of what machinery he could see. He shifted some blocks and pulled out a PKM attached to vice grip and mounted on a handcart. A metal bar, controlled by a cable, was wired to the trigger. He ran his find over to Beach Head, who signalled for Spirit to join him. “It looks like the enemy was using remote fired weapons. Based on line of sight, assume they withdrew out the back of the building. Where would they escape?” Spirit looked around. “Into that wood line.” He examined the ground and walked to the edge of the trees, and nodded. “There are clear signs that a number of people in boots entered the trees at this point.” Beach Head grunted. “Well, we aren’t chasing them into another ambush. Load the Hip. We’re going home.” No one spoke on the return flight. |
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